When I turn the pages of Iron in the Soul I think about my dad -
Not the dad lost in the lounge of memory -
The dad who was a clutch of sparrows' bones -
The dad who said I can't seem to walk -
But the dad who argued with the Port Admiral -
The dad who loved jazz -
Who read Sartre -
The dad who poured Annick a whisky -
The dad who asked what is it to be free ?
December 2019
East Stoke
Dorset
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